"My life was saved." Awan lowered his head, not daring to look at Ji Ningtian, and whispered: "But..."
"But what?" Ji Ningtian continued to ask, and the person who answered him was Wen Ya, "But from now on, we have to take good care of him. If there is another accident, it will be difficult for the gods to save him."
"Difficult to save does not mean that it cannot be saved." Ji Ningtian's face softened a little, and he calmed down and said: "If it can't be saved, what use do I need from you, master and disciple?"
Hearing this, Wen Ya's expression changed, and Ah Wan bit her lip fiercely and said, "Don't worry, Master. If there comes a day when A Wan cannot save Fang Zilan, she will sacrifice her own life to the Master to apologize. "
"Oh?" Ji Ningtian raised his eyebrows and looked at Awan, but saw her expression solemn. She knelt down in front of him and said in a deep voice, "Fang Zilan has entrusted her life to me. It has nothing to do with Master." . From now on, if anything goes wrong with Fang Zilan, Awan is willing to let the young master suffer."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ji Ningtian hadn't spoken yet, but Wen Ya became anxious.
"Awan, what nonsense are you talking about?" Wen Ya said and hurriedly stepped forward and tried to pull her up from the ground.
"I'm not talking nonsense." Awan remained unmoved, still kneeling straight and showing no intention of getting up.
She raised her eyes and looked at the person in front of her with a determined expression, "I know exactly what I want to do."
Wen Ya's expression froze, and the hand holding her arm involuntarily let go. Finally, he took a step back and stood aside.
"Okay." Ji Ningtian nodded slightly, seemingly not paying attention to the scene between their master and apprentice. He said solemnly: "I believe in Lan'er. Since she entrusted her life to you, I am also willing to believe in you."
"Young Master!" Wen Ya wanted to say something more, but saw A Wan kowtow seriously: "Thank you, Young Master, A Wan will retire."
Wen Ya watched A Wan's back disappear from sight, and heard Ji Ningtian say: "Just leave my prescription to Wu Qing. There are other doctors in Hong'an Pavilion, so you don't have to worry about it. Go and take good care of A Wan." Yes, she must not tell Lan'er about meeting Huangfulin in Hong'an Pavilion."
Ji Ningtian said the last sentence very seriously, and Wen Ya nodded understandingly, "Don't worry, sir, I know it well."
After Wen Ya wrote the prescription and gave it to Wu Qing, he hurried back to the palace with a few words of instructions. As expected, he found A Wan in a daze in the pharmacy of Tai Hospital.
"After so many years, you kid still hasn't changed at all. Whenever you have something on your mind, you shut yourself up in the pharmacy." Wen Ya said and walked to Awan and sat down.
Awan's expression was dark and unclear, and she said listlessly: "Master, tell me honestly, are you taking advantage of Fang Zilan?"
"Use?" Wen Ya laughed dumbly, "Awan, everyone in the ghost sect is a chess piece in the master's hands, nothing more than that."
"But doesn't the young master like Fang Zilan?" Awan asked puzzledly: "Since you like it, why do you still want to use it?"
"Like and use are not the same thing." Wen Ya rubbed Awan's head lovingly and said softly: "These are two things. They exist at the same time and are not contradictory."
"I don't believe it." Awan pushed Wen Ya's hand away in disgust and curled his lips, "Master, you will lie to me."
"Silly boy, you will understand when you grow up." Wen Ya said helplessly: "Everyone can never leave his complete heart in someone else's hands for what he has to do."
Awan retorted reluctantly: "But Fang Zilan's heart is all about the young master..."
"Maybe before." Wen Ya interrupted her quietly, "But not necessarily now. Fang Zilan is now in a high position as a minister, and she has to take care of far more than just the young master."
"But no matter before or now." Awan argued with reason: "At least Fang Zilan was sincere, but what about the young master?"
"Awan, we can't tell the difference between the young master and Fang Zilan." Wen Ya's expression became a little darker, and his tone became a little more warning, "But remember that you met Huangfulin in Hong'an Pavilion today. We can’t tell Fang Zilan.”
"Master!" Awan stood up angrily, stamped his feet and left.
But Wen Ya said: "Where are you going? Fang Zilan has not seen you all day. If you don't go to see her, she will be anxious. Come with me to Fengyi Palace."
There was an undeniable power in Wen Ya's tone. Ah Wan was still thinking about Fang Zilan, so she could only follow him angrily to Fengyi Palace.
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"Miss Awan?" Qiu Shui looked at Awan who was standing absentmindedly at the door and called out tentatively.
Awan came back to her senses and saw that Wen Ya had already walked in and was looking back at her. Qiu Shui next to her waved her hand and said, "Miss Awan, the Queen and Master Fang have invited you in."
"Oh." Awan responded dully, looked at Wen Ya who was looking serious in the back room, and hurriedly followed him in.
After Wen Ya took Fang Zilan's pulse, Fang Ziqin exchanged a few words with him and asked about the situation. After a while, Fang Zilan said that she was tired and sent him and Fang Ziqin away, leaving only Awan.
There was no one around, and Awan felt uncomfortable being stared at by Fang Zilan. She couldn't help but say: "There is no one else now. If you have something to say, just say it. Why are you staring at me like this?"
"How is the young master these days?" Fang Zilan asked directly, but Awan was stunned.
Seeing that Awan had no reaction, Fang Zilan simply asked more bluntly, "Did you go to Hong'an Pavilion with Wen Ya today?"
"How did you know?" A Wan looked like he had seen a ghost, and Fang Zilan chuckled, "How come I don't know when you were bold enough to openly quarrel with your master?"
"Of course I don't have the courage to quarrel with Master." Awan sat on the edge of the bed dejectedly, "You guessed it right, I went to Hong'an Pavilion with Master."
Fang Zilan didn't speak, and Awan continued, "I saw that the young master is not in good health today, but it was the master who asked for the young master's pulse. I am not very clear about the specific situation."
"Yeah." Fang Zilan hummed almost inaudibly, her thoughts wandering to nowhere.
Speaking of which, the Ji Ningtian in her impression was not a cripple as the outside world knew, but he had always been a frail and sickly man. The so-called fact that Fang Chongzheng broke the leg of Ji Ningtian, the orphan of the previous dynasty, was just a cover to hide the fact from others. It could be used to deceive the royal family of Dajing and the people of the world, but it could not be hidden from people like her.
In the past, Fang Zilan had asked about Ji Ningtian's illness in ancient times, but he was put off every time. Moreover, in her memory, Ji Ningtian's illness had never been handled by anyone except Wen Ya.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but asked curiously: "Awan, has Wen Ya told you what the master's illness is?"
